680 miles after Atlanta, I arrived in our nation's fine capitol, DC. Between the vendors on every corner selling airbrushed t-shirts sporting Obama's face and delicious $1 hot dogs, I may (or may not) have walked in and around a little bit of heaven.Arriving last night to my 10' by 12' room filled with 5 sleeping roommates, was not nearly as discouraging as it first looked. It turns out that that same group of sleeping 'beauties' had my best interest in mind. They had SO MUCH to take care of at 6am (in the room), they obviously didn't fathom the concept of communal living; i.e. quiet hours. Needless to say, I was ready for my tour of the national mall bright and early. Little did I know that the day ahead of me was about to change a little piece of my world.
As I was looking over my city map trying to decide how in the world to navigate the mass transit system, I was saved by the world's oldest hostel-hopper. He appeared with a bright white light shining behind him. We were at the metro before I knew it (such an exaggeration because this man has such horrendous social skills he consistently turns 10 min. into an hour)...and 10 minutes later...I was on my own in the heart of DC. It didn't take long to realize the architectural genius that was required to construct this city-phenomenal. And maybe even more important than the overabundance of politically charged t-shirts and delicious hot dogs-was the free entry into some of the most amazing museums out.
So my time has been well spent. I will leave DC in the am as a metro-extraordinaire. The future of my hostel-hopping is on the up & up-steadily progressing with each random stop. And the next stop includes at least one home-cooked meal. Life is good. PA's next.
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